Don’t Call it a Minivan!
“I’ll get you into a minivan one day,” my husband said shortly after we began dating.
“The hell you will,” I responded. After all, I had not nearly finished shaking my ass in clubs, drinking myself into shameless stupors and falling down stairs. In short, I was far from housewife material and the thought of ever becoming a soccer mom made me shudder in my stilettos (yeah, back then I actually used to dress up! Imagine that!).
So, when we attended last year’s auto show (I was 4 months pregnant), I did my best to avert my eyes from the lengthy rows of rather comfortable looking minivans! No, this isn’t happening! I am not actually considering one of those monstrous things!
Suddenly we strolled upon what appeared to be some sort of van, but being much smaller than all the others, couldn’t have been. Could it? It was then that we were introduced to the Mazda 5 - a sleek yet practical microvan! Fuck yeah! You hear that, Jason, micro! Micro, micro, micro! So, no, you do not win!
I fell in love with this car almost immediately. I knew having a baby, we’d need a second vehicle and this seemed like the perfect compromise: 6 seats, double sliding doors, lots of cargo room, curtain air bags, still small enough to look cool and I could get it in a stick! Awesome.
It’s weird, actually, because it seems so spacious inside, yet looks so small outside. Here it is in front of my husband’s Scion:
For all of you who know how tiny Scions are, the Mazda 5 may look too small here. But then, look at this:
So, which is it, big or small? It’s both, and that’s why it rules. AND, I can still avoid being a total soccer mom…at least for a few more years, anyway.
